The deadline looked too scary as days passed. Words kept disappearing , paragraphs kept getting deleted. He had almost completed it when the thought struck. He had to change the structure of the entire story , he had to be liked.

He gave up.

He wanted to be loved not just liked. He knew he would come back because no amount of anything could stop his love for writing.

It took a while for the others to understand and when they did they all agreed.

The youngest was angry ” Life isn’t fair for us , we have to be in only one place all the time , look at that girl she has fought with that man now and they have separated , he may come back and when he does things are gonna be alright. Atleast they get a change”

“My dear” replied the oldest one ” We don’t move , so we fight rarely and when we do , we see each other every moment , so we forgive faster”

Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on the photo given. Your piece does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.You can participate here.

“Mark…Mark….?”

“Oh.. Hi Kathy , i was bit lost there , how are you?”

“I was actually worried about you. I am fine. Why are you standing here from the past three hours staring at the picture on the wall?”

“Because i have never seen anything more beautiful than this.”

“Well what’s this , a snapshot of nature?”

“It’s more than that actually. Listen i am gonna try and explain , i have been lost in this beauty. Do you see the reflection of the tree over , the synchronicity of their being , as if they are greeting each other from different words. Look at the water , so tranquil as if helping the tree serve a higher purpose. The wonder of creation , a creation’s wonder.”

“Well mark i do appreciate the beauty but i do not understand your words. It’s so weird.”

“I didn’t expect you to understand Kathy, did you notice the a flower there , a tiny beautiful white soul?”

“Well yes…”

“You seem like that to me , standing at a site of nature’s perfection , being a part of it yet ignorant of that beauty.”